Chapter 36: Conversation in front of the lonely grave
Wei Wuji took the wine jug from Ying Zifei's hand and asked him to pour the wine.

"I have always believed that someone like you will leave me, Wei Wuji, with a last bit of pride at the end of my life."

"I want to die in her hands. I want to die in the hands of the nominal master of Luowang, the Qin State."

"As proud as I am, I will eventually have to come to an end. I look forward to the sword in your hand being able to cut through that web."

"Because compared to mine, your times are more cruel."

"If you can't cut off that web in the future, the end of your life will be even more miserable than mine."

He raised the wine glass and motioned for Ying Zifei to clink glasses. This glass of wine was like the intersection of their destinies, only a brief intersection.

Ying Zifei picked up the wine glass, and the two drank together, with the breeze blowing on their faces, telling something that no one understood.

Putting down the wine glass, Wei Wuji smiled gently and said, "Will the White Jade Horse be buried here in the end?"

"I will." Ying Zifei nodded, glanced at Jingwei, and said with a smile: "You have your own selfish motives, but it's also for her."

"I also have my own selfish motives, and it's also for one person."

Wei Wuji was a little surprised. He seemed to have guessed wrongly what Ying Zifei was thinking about using the white jade horse as a bargaining chip.

"Just for one person?"

"Ok!"

"Just for one person." Ying Zifei smiled, motioned Wei Wuji to pour the wine, and said while looking at the grave: "The road I want to take is very difficult."

"For someone who values ​​life as much as I do, I must look for more friends."

"After all, the more friends you have, the easier it will be to walk on the road."

At this moment, Wei Wuji began to wonder in his heart, who among the current talents in Wei State was the one that Ying Zifei valued so much.

"Your expression makes me doubt that you will stop me."

Ying Zifei raised his eyebrows and said leisurely: "It seems that there is still one more round to go between you and me."

"Hahaha, then I'll keep you company." Wei Wuji looked at Ying Zifei and said confidently, "Defeating you once can also add to the legend of my reputation after my death, right?"

"Can't I be the winner?" Ying Zifei smiled and said calmly: "I look forward to playing chess with you once with Wei as the chessboard."

"For this first round, let's take Lian Po as the center point, how about that?"

Wei Wuji was unable to react to such a jumpy thought for a moment. After coming back to his senses, Wei Wuji asked tentatively: "Do you want to persuade Lian Po to join Qin?"

"How likely do you think it is?" Ying Zifei asked back. Wei Wuji suddenly became even more confused about what Ying Zifei was going to do.

"I originally wanted to go back to Xinling after tonight, but now it seems that I shouldn't leave."

Wei Wuji had a feeling, a nervous feeling of eagerness to try yet feeling uneasy.

Ying Zifei, what did you see?
Or maybe this guy is planning something again.

Ying Zifei stood up, brushed the weeds off his clothes, and hung the wine gourd around his waist.

"呲"

The sword was already unsheathed, he swung it and then put it away, and Ying Zifei was about to leave.

"Senior, tomb sweeping should be done in a proper manner. You seem a little lazy."

Before he finished speaking, a breeze blew by, and the dry grass on the grave instantly shattered into powder and scattered down.

The exposed tombs still stand here.

But at this time, there was a grave in this area that made people subconsciously look at it.

The two thorn bushes swayed gently in the wind, as if telling a story.

We have existed, we have completed our journey through life, and left behind our own stories.

Although our story is rarely known!

Ying Zifei left. Wei Wuji looked at the grave, laughed and stood up.

"Yeah, I'm a little lazy."

He looked at Jingwei and said with a smile: "A lonely grave may sound desolate, but it has its own story."

"Go back to Xinling. If you want to leave, you can take that thing with you."

"If you choose to stay, my life will become the bargaining chip for your decision." "I have done everything I can do. Your future is up to you to choose."

Wei Wuji also left. When their backs disappeared, Jingwei sat down cross-legged, looking at the tomb, lost in thought.

……

Lord Xinling Wei Wuji never lacked for grand banquets.

It just so happened that some younger disciples of the various schools of thought came to try their luck, discuss philosophy and feast, making the place even more lively.

A scroll of ancient letters is placed in Huizi's former residence. Whether you can understand something from reading it depends entirely on your own ability and opportunity.

Those who were unable to evoke the rhythm of the letter sighed and walked away.

Anyone who achieves a little success will become famous in a short time.

This is a carnival of inheritance, and also a push for these schools to start building momentum for their own younger generation of disciples.

"How many people are there with real talent and real scholarship?" After three days of observation, Wei Liao was ready to go home. With such momentum, he saw only restlessness and uneasiness.

A kind of fear and anxiety that is coming at us.

His gaze was looking in one direction. In the corner over there stood a disciple of Guiguzi Zongheng.

As if they had sensed something, Gai Nie and Wei Zhuang also looked towards Wei Liao.

The gazes they exchanged seemed to understand each other's thoughts.

Wei Liao left with a smile. The grace left by the two sages is the expectation for future generations.

But such impetuous hype is more like a tragedy, a tragedy for future generations.

Seeing Wei Liao leave, Wei Zhuang narrowed his eyes slightly, and then glanced at the ancient scrolls placed there.

He lost interest!
They were arguing about the truth, and some people were planning something with this momentum.

"Fear?"

Wei Zhuang's gaze turned to Gongsun Linglong and others who were debating.

"You are not qualified to be my opponent."

Wei Zhuang turned around and left and soon disappeared, but Gai Nie did not leave. He listened quietly to the debates of these people.

After listening to another debate, Gai Nie took a look at the ancient scrolls placed there.

"I follow the way and walk. Where is my way?"

His gaze turned to the sword held in his left hand. He knew that he had found something, but he had not yet found something.

Gai Nie left. He knew clearly that the debate here would not help him understand the way forward.

He will continue to search for his own path.

……

Gongsun Long was a little disappointed. Although his disciple Gongsun Linglong was now very famous, some people he wanted to see did not show up.

"I'm leaving. This time, I've repaid the favor." The words of the Six-Fingered Black Knight made Gongsun Long smile bitterly.

"Brother, do you also think that I am too utilitarian this time?"

The Six-Fingered Black Knight disdained to lie, so he just nodded.

The famous artist has now successfully introduced the younger generation of Gongsun Linglong, and Gongsun Long's goal of taking advantage of the situation has been half achieved.

However, although the younger generation of disciples from several major sects showed up, they did not get involved in the fight for this opportunity, which caused the other half of Gongsun Long's plan to fail.

Gongsun Linglong's excellence requires the younger generation of these major schools as the most direct comparison. Even if she loses the debate, it will allow Gongsun Linglong's fame to rise to a higher level.

Unfortunately, these young guys don’t seem to be interested in this opportunity.

Or perhaps, they saw through Gongsun Long's plan and didn't want to be the one being plotted against.

The Six-Fingered Black Knight's directness made Gongsun Long smile bitterly. He said, "Brother, in order to cope with future changes in the situation, the famous family needs a greater reputation to ensure that the famous family will not be lost among the various schools of thought."

"I must fight for the ticket to such an era."

(End of this chapter)